The president's son brought his dog in today. To work. Apparently the RR wanted to see it. She isn't in today.

It's a big dog.

Work is weird sometimes.

So. At work.

Someone turned in a CE application. Dee was sitting at her desk, going through it and she started getting a headache. She kept asking if a student was up front with me but I kept telling her no, no one's here.

She finally came to me, held out the application and told me to smell it.

Whoever was applying had sprayed their application all pretty. It stank like a magazine.

I was hoping she just spilled her perfume or whatever on the application but Dee thinks she sprayed it. "Like a love letter," she said.

I hope not.